“Is that man carrying a baby? Or a doll? Wait, is it a dog?”, K asked.
Thankfully, it turns out the man was carrying a doll. I say thankfully for he was clearly mentally unstable, shambling down the street, wearing the finest Laura Ashley frock a homeless man can get his hands on. Now, this is not to make light of the mentally ill, nor the transgendered, or the homeless, but I think we can all agree that a man who stumbles down P Street at 10.30 pm in a flowered dress carrying a plastic baby needs some sort of intervention. So, yeah, thankful it was not a human baby.
Then some Buddhist’s walked by, in full on garb. I shit you not. It was a weird night.
This all went down after I had just popped K’s Pizzeria Paradiso cherry (there was nothing gentle about it) and we stood on the street indulging in some Tangy Sweet.
Oh, Tangy Sweet. You are delicious, but there is nothing delicate about you. You are a full out, tangy assault on the taste buds. You left K and I flummoxed on how to describe you.
The place was packed, which is no shock seeing how Dupont has been in desperate need of a frozen yogurt spot since…ever. The staff was friendly, greeting every customer with the slightly repetitive “Welcome to Tangy Sweet”. (I always find it a tad strange when an establishment informs you of your whereabouts. Like, I know where I am. I didn’t have that much sangria. I don’t think this is Target…) The line was long but moved quickly.
Yogurt comes in three varieties: original (which has a slightly lemon lime flavor), pomegranate and green tea. I got original, and like I said, TART! TANGY! NOT FUCKING AROUND! K had the pomegranate, which definitely had a sweeter edge. The whole concept of the place is it is frozen yogurt that’s actually yogurt, not some weird synthetic replication of what we have come to define as frozen yogurt.
Keeping on the crunchy slant, toppings are healthier than the normal hot fudge, jimmies, and candy options at most frozen yogurt shops. Cereals, berries, nuts and granola are all up for the taking. As I am classy and in possession of a highly refined pallete, I went with Captain Crunch, Corn Pops and blackberries on mine, where K got Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Oreos and raspberries.
I definitely liked it, I would eat it again, but kind of like my whole evening, it was just this side of weird. Luckily, I enjoy weird. Bizarre is my constant companion. You just gotta be down for something new sometimes.